Diary of The Infinite

81| Beginning

He was out the door before I had time to protest. Why should it matter that Yoongi loved me.

Oh.

Yoongi . . . loved . . . me . . .

And I didn't say it back. I reached for my phone but thought better of it. I shouldn't say that over the phone. I always say it back. He never goes before I say it back.

I ran outside after him, but his car had already disappeared.

"Yoongi!"

I felt a jolt in the connection, the approach of something unsettling, and tensed. I bolted to the car, swallowing down everything except getting to Yoongi.

The minutes ticked by impossibly slowly, the tires not seeming to cover any ground. He focused on Yoongi, training his eyes on the road and his feelings on the thrum beneath his skin. He felt like his sense of self had retreated from the surface. The skin on his bones far away from the soul inside him. His sight was behind his eyes, the feelings beneath the skin of his fingertips. His shallow breathing a hollowed faraway sound in his ears.

He felt the tendons of their connection bending and pulling taut. He stomped his foot on the gas, breathing hard. Sweat began to bead on his forehead as his lungs felt heavier like something was pressing down on his chest. A yell rose in his throat and tore its way out as he spun the wheel, vision spotting with darkness.

He caught a glimpse of a familiar car and slammed on the breaks, even as the last bits of consciousness were pulled away from his reach.